https://laurelinobrien.com/2021/07/07/flight/

Once upon a time in a place and a time not too far away from now, there was a family of three with beautiful wings. And they flew here and there and everywhere, until one day.

The Mamas Wings got clipped. But Daddy’s Wings and baby wings were still fine. So they still went here and there and everywhere. But mama no longer did. Mama had to find something else to do. Flight was no longer possible. So she thought, and she thought, and she thought some more. What can one do without wings?

So she started to write. Sometimes the pages flew off the screen. Sometimes it took her more than a day to write one sentence. But at least she had something to do, so she did not think so much that she has lost her ability to fly.

The baby was no longer a baby. And she did not remember that the mother could ever fly. And it made her so forlorn. Where Once Upon a Time she flew everywhere with her. All she wanted to do is play with her mother. her mother could no longer play in the Wind. It is hard to explain to a child, that once you were like them. But now you are not. And you will never have Wings again.

One day she will show her what she has written. She will show her that there is more to her than flight. But when you are a child, all that matters is to your wings.

And the mother knew this. So she was content letting the father and the baby go here and there and everywhere without her. So she was often alone. With her thoughts. With her written word. That she very seldom showed people. Because they are words for her. To help her from going crazy. Because it’s hard to sit knowing you once were able to fly. And instead of feeling sorry for herself she decided to write a story.

Knowing that she would probably never show this story to anyone, she decided to write about herself. And how she lost her wings. And how once she went here and there and everywhere. And how lonely it is being in a family of three when you really know deep down you are in the family of one. And one is the loneliest number.

So in her state of Solitude oh, she explained to the pages how she lost her wings. It was not her fault. These things do happen. When we least expect them. So we need to be grateful before we lose our wings.

And she knows one day her baby will grow up and will appreciate all the love she’s given her without her wings. She knows she cannot fly here and there and everywhere but her love still goes with her.

So she write this oh, and she must remember, that although she is always alone she is never alone. For her love goes here and there and everywhere.

What is the moral of the story? I think you know. Tell your wings you love them, because they take you here and there and everywhere, and you never know when you might lose them.

https://laurelinobrien.com/the-bet-a-short-play-written-by-laura-lynn-obrien-%e2%96%a0/

This is the first play I’ve ever written. It is quite short but I tried to write it as a short story and I realized it really is meant to be a play. I hope you enjoy it.

https://laurelinobrien.com/2017/08/14/imagine-short-non-fiction-story-written-by-laurelin-2/

Let me take you on a journey into my world. The world I grew up in. The world I hope we’ll still be around in the future. Come and take a quick trip with me..

I don’t know if you can tell but I am wearing a dreamcatcher and a blessed pentagram around my neck. I do follow the teaching and the love of Jesus Christ but I am sorry I cannot believe a virgin got pregnant and anything but a zombie gets reincarnated however like Robin Williams Jesus Christ is one of my heroes

https://laurelinobrien.com/2017/08/14/imagine-short-non-fiction-story-written-by-laurelin-2/

Let me take you on a journey into my world. The world I grew up in. The world I hope we’ll still be around in the future. Come and take a quick trip with me..

I don’t know if you can tell but I am wearing a dreamcatcher and a blessed pentagram around my neck. I do follow the teaching and the love of Jesus Christ but I am sorry I cannot believe a virgin got pregnant and anything but a zombie gets reincarnated however like Robin Williams Jesus Christ is one of my heroes

https://laurelinobrien.com/imagine/

A true story about yesterday when I did not have power in my home. The reaction of my child. The reaction of me. And how a mans’ Nation fits into it

Add both these pictures before my hand stopped working. I apologize one is sideways. I’m from my imagination however I did have help with the ocean. I have always had trouble with water.

We never lose power at our house because we live next to a substation. If it does go out it is only for a few minutes. Yesterday my daughter bounced through the door ;with her blonde hair whipping around her face ,and instantly tried to turn on the light. Then in dread went room to room trying to turn on lights and television. She came to me in sheer panic and claimed “mom mommy there’s no power there’s no TV my tablet’s not charged I can’t play on the computer there’s nothing to do!” Now my husband hates it when I bring this up ;but the fact of the matter is I grew up in Tennessee with no running water or electricity ,and I was just fine. I had a very small black and white TV that ran off a car battery and picked up a few stations. I was a very happy child. I will admit, I thought there were more trees in the world than people and I have not met a person of a different nationality until I moved to New York. Although when I was growing up in Tennessee we had two guys that I called my uncle’s that were two gay men. They had a kick ass color television. And I was raised colorblind and to respect all nationalities. but I was patient and kind and always could find something to do. I do not understand today’s youth. I tell my daughter to use her imagination. She tells me she does not have an imagination because she knows it’s not real. She is 6 years old. When I was six I imagined castles ,and princes ,and mermaids, and all kinds of Fantastical things. My daughter wants to do anything technological. And when I need help on the computer I asked my six-year-old and she helps me with an eye roll. Just think, our parents got to experience color television and their parents experience the radio and it goes back in back every generation gets a little more technological and a little more lazy because of it. They no longer teach cursive in school. I am going to teach my daughter to sign a real signature. That is like a fingerprint it is important. It is okay for things to change but some things need to remain the same. Some things are not meant to be forgotten. You can now choose the sex of your child the hair color the eye color it is turning into a scary world. A world of too much relaxation. Yes we have terrorism. Yes we have famine. Yes we have War. But I am speaking specifically of the westernized Nations especially America. Remind your child to go outside and play. My father taught me all of the plants outside ,so when I had to take my tree test in biology in college I got a 105 because I got the bonus tree. It was easily recognizable as witch-hazel because witch-hazel grows a bizarre fungus on it that looks like a witches hat. And I was the only student who know only knew the sassafras tree but plucked off a leaf and started munching on it. They are very tasty and you can make tea from them and pine needles. I can light a fire without lighter fluid, as long as I have Flame. I can make a tent out of a tarp and rope. I can snuggle myself under leaves with a camping bag. My father is a vegetarian so I know all of the vegetation you can eat in the wild. Actually, he’s a vegan he doesn’t eat any animal products. I however have chosen to be a carnivore as I do really love fish and I despise chicken like it is the most evil animal on the planet. I was tortured by a rooster as a child and the best meal I ever had was eating the rooster. Anyways , I digress, I apologize ;my point is the Earth has so much to teach our children. When I moved to my mother’s home un lounsberry ,she always has a garden and she taught me how to plant everything ,and how much water to give plants ,and which ones to grow with which and how to place marigolds with your tomato plants cuz they have a symbiotic relationship. I am so grateful she is teaching my daughter these gardening tools that I once learned. But I fear the world is just spinning too fast on its axis. I simply can’t keep up. My daughter learned three different ways of how to do addition and subtraction in kindergarten. Three different ways! One was with fingers. When is a diagram with three circles. And one is writing out two plus two equals four. My child is in one of the best schools in New York state, and she will receive a great education. A better one than I received. I just hope she puts it to good use. I can light a fire without lighter fluid as long as I have the flame. I can make a tent out of a tarp and ropes. I can snuggle myself under leaves with a camping bag. My father is a vegetarian so I know all of the vegetation you can eat in the wild. Actually, he’s a vegan he doesn’t eat any animal products. I However, have chosen to be a carnivore as I do really love fish and I despise chicken like it is the most evil animal on the planet. I was tortured by a rooster as a child and the best meal I ever had was eating the rooster. Anyways I digress I apologize my point is the earth has so much to teach our children. When I move to my mothers home and lounge Barry she always has a garden and she taught me how to plant everything and how much water to give plants and which ones to grow with which and how to place marigold with your tomato plants cuz they have the sim biotic relationship. I am so grateful she is taking my daughter these gardening tools that I wants learned. But I fear the world is just spinning too fast on it axis. I simply can’t keep up. My daughter learned three different ways of how to do addition and subtraction in kindergarten. 3 different ways! One was with fingers. One is a diagram with three circles. And one is writing out two plus 2 equals 4. My child is in one of the best schools in New York state and she will receive a great education. A better one than I received. I just hope she puts it to good use. I just hope she has a better life than I did ,and learn from my mistakes. Unfortunately I cannot protect her through all of the things we must go through in life growing up as a child. Socializing. Bullies. Self-esteem issues. And no to make matters worse we have this technology where they can take inappropriate pictures and send them to a boyfriend and then it’s all over the world. Things like this scare the s*** out of me. Because I was a tyrant as a teenager. I so hope she takes after her technological father and just stays home and plays on the computer and goes outside half the time. All we can do is try. It is hard for me to explain to her the way I grew up in Tennessee. She understands but she doesn’t understand why I remember my childhood being so happy. And I truly think it is a loss of some imagination. I think every generation might lose a little more. And this is something we need to instill in our schools. Don’t cut music classes. Don’t call Art Classes. Don’t cut creativity. Because your imagination only last so long. So you must ‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may for old time is still a-flying. And that sweet bud that blooms today tomorrow will be dying.’ I believe that is by William Butler Yeats but if I’m incorrect please correct me. It is absolutely about Carpe Diem. Seize the day. And many people do not know that that bud actually represents a female’s virginity and once she loses her virginity her innocence is gone and that bud begins to die. So Carpe Diem everyone. But do it with kindness. Do it colorblind. And keep your child’s innocence for as long as possible. Help them to find their creativity within themselves. I’ll chill dhryn have an imagination. Sometimes you need to just imagine along with them. You wouldn’t believe the years it will take off your life.

Dedicated to both my parents who taught me such a love of Nature and the love of literature I am sure that is part of the reason I became an English teacher. I thank you both for producing me because I think I am pretty cool

Peace and love Laurelin

 sunflowers. They are what I say are a representation of me. If you could pick any flower in the world I would be the sunflower. Unfortunately due to global warming and climate shift at our president does not believe in I am worried my sunflowers will not open this year. We need to teach our children to protect this environment. To love it. To nurture it. For it is the greatest mother of all Mother Earth.